Chapter Fifteen
The moulded foam prosthetic dropped to the floor next to the discarded dress. Underneath it, Silantra was clad in just a glossy little thong. One did not need to be a connoisseur of fake breasts to find hers superb: big and round and full, but not so out of proportion that they looked entirely artificial. As a woman of colour, she was permitted by the media to be fuller-figured than a white star, and her curves were famously voluptuous – apart, of course, from her stomach, on which not even non-white women were granted an exemption. That always had to be flat, and Silantra’s, after multiple liposuctions, was perfectly so.
‘Ugh,’ she said, rubbing her breasts and stomach with complete nonchalance at her near-nakedness. ‘It gets so damn sweaty under there. I hate wearing that thing for more than a couple hours. And I gotta keep going for five more months, and upgrade to bigger and bigger ones too! Nightmare!’
She took up her champagne glass again and finished off the contents, her breasts bouncing fractionally with the movement.
‘Still,’ she said, shrugging, ‘it’s better than the other thing, right? This way I can shoot a DVD on getting my figure back real soon after the birth and make a mint.’
‘Wow,’ Lexy said, working hard to keep her cool. ‘I did not see that coming.’
‘Right? This thing is awesome,’ Silantra said, kicking it away as she moved towards Lexy. ‘Made especially for me. The tummy part’s totally firm, so it doesn’t bend in the middle when you sit down and give you away, which is what happened to—’
She mentioned the name of a very famous female actress who had been caught out like that when faking her pregnancy; she had been filmed in a live interview from the side, taking a seat in a TV studio, her stomach creasing in a way that one with a baby inside it could never have done.
‘But why . . .’ Lexy began.
‘I wanna keep my figure perfect,’ Silantra said simply. ‘I don’t want those hormones fucking with me and making me pile on the weight, giving me stretch marks and shit. I’m gonna have cortisone shots in the last month – they puff you up, make you swell round the face and neck so I look realistic. We’ve put an egg of mine, fertilized with Biscuit’s jizz, in a nice Guatemalan lady who barely speaks English, and when she gives birth it’ll be in a big suite in an LA hospital, totally sealed off to the media. Major security, which we can spin as needing to protect my and the baby’s privacy.’
She looked thoughtful.
‘It’s kinda crazy, the whole surrogate setup. We control how she gives birth, did you know that? If the doc says she needs a caesarean, she doesn’t get to say no. All signed and sealed, contract’s tighter than a nun’s snatch.’
She was standing in front of Lexy now, and she tilted her glass up to trickle the remains of her champagne over her nipples, which grew instantly erect at the sensation of the cool liquid.
‘Wanna lick it off?’ she asked. ‘And then we need to get you outta that dress. I wanna see your titties. They’re not real, right?’
‘No,’ Lexy said, leaning forward obediently.
‘Oh good. I like fake ones. Real ones are so, like, droopy.’
As instructed, Lexy started to lick the champagne from Silantra’s nipples. Silantra clearly wanted to be in charge, and for Lexy, who was used to being the boss of her empire, this was a delightful change of pace. Eventually she removed her dress, peeled off her own bra and Spanx, and lay back as Silantra climbed onto her lap and played with her tits while kissing her as deeply and deliciously as before. After popping off her fake nails and dumping them in a little sparkling pile on the side table, Silantra’s hand went between Lexy’s legs, which were already splayed for her.
Lexy started to come very soon. Silantra knew exactly what she was doing, pressing over her, bouncing one pair of surgically enhanced breasts against the other in a way that was completely porny but turned Lexy on to a surprising degree. As Silantra pulled her up, told her to bend over the bed and went to get her strap-on, the entire experience was already feeing quite unreal to Lexy, like a dream in which she had been dropped onto a porn set and told she was one of the lead actors.
It only added to the illusion that Silantra fucked like the professional she had been before her marriage. The Saudis had paid a million dollars for a night with her to recreate the most famous scene from her sex tape: their fantasy was for her to strap on one of her several dildos and give it to them just as she had given it to the guy in the video. She knew how to work a prostate, make her clients scream; by the time they’d shot their load, they always felt the extortionate price they had paid had been more than worth it.
Lexy was dripping wet, more than ready, and the fake cock slid into her with ease. Just as she had promised, Silantra was feeling for Lexy’s G-spot, that particularly sensitive area which was engorged, ribbed, with arousal. Once she located it, she worked it so expertly that Lexy’s eyes rolled right up into her head with the stimulation. Over her increasingly loud moans of pleasure, she heard Silantra giggling in satisfaction at the sounds she was drawing from Lexy. Lexy had never pictured herself reaching a vaginal orgasm to the backing track of a woman’s giggles, but that was exactly what happened, and as she came she felt a flood release inside her, washing over the dildo.
For a moment she was terrified that she had accidentally wet herself. Then she realized that the G-spot orgasm had made her ejaculate; she knew that happened to some women. It felt extraordinary, a physical release that was very different from the clitoral one, leaving her as limp as a man after he had shot his load.
As Silantra pulled out, the rush of liquid followed, streaming out onto the carpet.
‘Wow, you come a lot,’ Silantra drawled. ‘I shoulda put down a towel.’
‘I didn’t know,’ Lexy mumbled into the coverlet, completely drained. ‘First time it’s happened.’
‘Cool! I love being the first one to take a chick’s G-spot virginity and make her squirt!’ Silantra said complacently. ‘I must’ve racked up over a hundred by now. It really turns me on. You shoulda told me.’
‘I didn’t even know you liked girls,’ Lexy managed to say.
‘Chicks for fun, guys for work,’ Silantra said. ‘Not Biscuit though. He’s gay. Like, gold-standard. He could so not do chicks for work, if you get me.’
Lexy’s body had stopped spasming: she seemed to have finished ejaculating, but she still couldn’t move a muscle. For the first time, she understood why men collapsed as if they were boneless after they came.
‘You’re all knocked out, aren’t you?’ Silantra said, and Lexy heard her unfastening the harness. ‘Great, isn’t it? You wanna try it on me later? No pressure. But it’s a rush if you’re into that kinda thing.’
‘Sure,’ Lexy said to the coverlet. ‘Why not?’
Silantra took the dildo to the bathroom to wipe clean, and after they had finished the bottle of champagne while watching an episode of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills on catchup, Silantra regaling Lexy with salacious gossip on many of the participants, and raided the kitchen for cheese puffs, canapés of air-dried beef on rye bread with horseradish, and a varietal of white strawberry which tasted eerily like pink champagne truffles, Lexy strapped on the harness. It was immediately obvious why Silantra said it was a rush. As Silantra, a pillow shoved under her hips, told Lexy where to direct the dildo, letting her know when she had hit the spot by starting to scream her head off, her braids whipping back and forth as she tossed her head in pleasure, Lexy felt ten feet tall.
I wonder if Frank would let me do this to him? she wondered as she altered her rhythm, acutely aware of how she hated men just to pound away, fucking Silantra the way she herself liked it best. He does love a finger up his arse. I could ask him to let me try as a one-off, see if he goes for it . . .
As Silantra bucked against the dildo, the base of it, in the harness, rubbed against Lexy’s clit with increasing pressure. Lexy closed her eyes, riding the dildo even as she rode Silantra, starting to come again, clitorally this time, her thrusts rougher as she focused on her own pleasure; Silantra, knowing what was happening, bucked even harder, pushing back, sending Lexy over the edge and following her just a minute later. Her own orgasm spurted out, trickling down the sides of the dildo, onto the towel that they had sensibly placed under Silantra’s hips. Lexy just had the energy to pull out and collapse on the bed beside Silantra, flipping herself awkwardly onto her back to accommodate the big dick strapped between her legs.
‘Wow,’ she said.
‘Yeah.’
Silantra turned on her side, a leisurely movement, and leaned over to kiss Lexy.
‘It’s just so hot, fucking someone,’ she said drowsily, falling back onto the bedspread. ‘Why should the guys have all the fun? I’d totally have a dick too if I could. Tits, dick, cunt, everything. I really get why some guys like chicks with dicks.’
She yawned deeply.
‘Okay, I’m crashing,’ she said. ‘You wanna stay over? We could fuck again in the morning. It’s the best thing for filming – your skin looks really great afterwards.’
‘Oh well,’ Lexy said, shifting sideways so that she could unstrap the complicated harness. ‘If it’s good for filming, we should definitely do it, right? We’re professionals – we have to think of what’s best for the show.’
Silantra giggled sleepily, reaching down to mop herself with the towel.
‘You’re funny!’ she said. ‘I like that.’
She smiled at Lexy with real affection.
‘Know why I wanted to hook up tonight, enough to do your show?’ she asked. ‘I mean, you’re hot, but there are hot chicks everywhere. I wanted to hang out with you too. You can’t buy funny.’
‘Guess what?’ Lexy said, deadpan, putting the dildo on the bedside table. ‘That’s exactly what you just did.’
Greatly to her credit, Silantra thought this was the funniest quip of the entire evening.